[ Ronan already said his name earlier, with the same kind of look on his face, so that's already burned into his memory forever, even if Ronan doesn't say it again. He will. Maybe not today, but next time, he will. He doesn't know when he started thinking about next time and not how he wants to fuck Ronan up, but he's so lost in the feeling of this that he's not really thinking straight either anymore.
Kavinsky will hold this over Ronan's head, in any possible way he can, but mostly to remind him that this is who they are. This is what they're meant to do. Not even death can separate them now. But he knows Ronan will come to him too. Ronan will dial up his number and not be able to resist, because he never could before either.
The only difference is that now they have more freedom, which is something Kavinsky hasn't felt until this very moment.
He lets out a choked moan when Ronan's fingers curl around his cock, his hand stuttering for a moment as his brain blanks out. It's Ronan's words that bring him back, telling him that he's going to come, and he starts stroking him in the way that drew the loudest moans tonight.
Kavinsky's sure he's never seen anything like the way Ronan comes. Not in all his dreams, all his fantasies... this is real. The most raw and real thing he's ever seen, and when he feels Ronan's come spilling over his hand, hitting his stomach, he cries out as well, shooting his load onto Ronan's shirt.
He wants to watch every last second of this, but he feels too heavy and he slumps forward, letting his forehead fall against Ronan's as he slows his strokes, pumping every last bit of come out of Ronan ]
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Kavinsky will hold this over Ronan's head, in any possible way he can, but mostly to remind him that this is who they are. This is what they're meant to do. Not even death can separate them now. But he knows Ronan will come to him too. Ronan will dial up his number and not be able to resist, because he never could before either.
The only difference is that now they have more freedom, which is something Kavinsky hasn't felt until this very moment.
He lets out a choked moan when Ronan's fingers curl around his cock, his hand stuttering for a moment as his brain blanks out. It's Ronan's words that bring him back, telling him that he's going to come, and he starts stroking him in the way that drew the loudest moans tonight.
Kavinsky's sure he's never seen anything like the way Ronan comes. Not in all his dreams, all his fantasies... this is real. The most raw and real thing he's ever seen, and when he feels Ronan's come spilling over his hand, hitting his stomach, he cries out as well, shooting his load onto Ronan's shirt.
He wants to watch every last second of this, but he feels too heavy and he slumps forward, letting his forehead fall against Ronan's as he slows his strokes, pumping every last bit of come out of Ronan ]